Rather Be My Fire

Sitting on a chair you see huge black patches of clouds Playing over your head And it is looked like a rainy day But no drops of rain only tears falling down and nobody is all around you To see That you are going to hide something and trying to say few Till date which remain untold about yourself But who cares! ! O, my dear pain of neglect come on sharp, Do not waste time any more Shedding tears rather be my fire and remain with me Till the last Whether it is in heaven or hell It does not.matter.at all.